Tuesday, October 30, 2012

So Ann came downstairs in tears last night...

...and she was beside herself. But even then, there was a hint of a grin on her face, but mostly mortified fear.

Apparently, she felt the baby's foot for the first time. This, however, was not a moment of joy, but rather one of sheer terror. No, this was not a great moment, but a gross one. It's pretty much great for other people, but for her, well...

The baby apparently takes after its mother - like Ann, it has an apparent hair of running in place while laying down if the ultrasounds are any indication. That Ann gets to feel what I put up with from her every night?

I have to laugh. It's a moment, a milestone. And it made my wife want to throw up.